[He's a little disappointed in Steve's tone and he makes a sound, low and annoyed. They were supposed to be best friends after all. Sort of.]

Us. [Bucky raises a brow, shrugging.] Well, you and him.

[His Real. He's not sure where he's going with this until he opens his mouth and the words just tumble out.]

He's lonely. So you're doing something wrong. I see him in the mirrors, coming and going.

[Which isn't true, entirely. His Real is good about avoiding reflective surfaces and covering anything that he can't get rid of.]

Not all us Mirrors are bad and I worry about him.